Zhao Xiaozhou

The group of survivors was clearly more well-off than the average cultivator. The one who had spoken previously was a young man, and from the way, the others listened to him and seemed to respect him, he was clearly the center of their group.

Bai Rouyun was not familiar with the faces of the various people from the Wushi Continent, so while Yun Mingshen had spent time explaining the positions each faction held, she did not know who belonged where.

Seeing that many of their guards had already died and were lying on the ground as lifeless as the assassins, but this young master could maintain his poise, Bai Rouyun knew that he was anything but ordinary.

Such a person was not suitable to be an enemy, so she quickly aborted her plans of robbing the corpses, and instead smiled gently as she seemed approachable.